"I now go to the right person." "What do you mean ?" asked Squire Davenport, in alarm.
"I mean that I ought to have gone to Mrs.Barclay." "Sit down, sit down!" said the squire nervously.

"You mustn't do that." "Why not ?" demanded the tramp, looking him calmly in the face.
"Because it would disturb her mind, and excite erroneous thoughts and expectations." "She would probably be willing to give me a good sum for bringing it to her, say, the overdue interest.

That alone, in five years and a half, would amount to over three hundred dollars, even without compounding." Squire Davenport groaned in spirit.

It was indeed true! He must pay away over thirteen hundred dollars, and his loss in reputation would be even greater than his loss of money.
"Can't we compromise this thing ?" he stammered.

"I don't admit the genuineness of the note, but if such a claim were made, it would seriously annoy me.